I painted
the same lily twice.
Flowers, again
Karen gave me some bulbs of the Susana Lily. It is brown with orange highlights. I used to paint a lot of flowers. I think this is not the same old thing.
All the Birds Are Gone
Donna Livengood, our patron and Gregg’s mom, died on Dec. 20,2022. She was an avid bird watcher all of her life.
Oak Leaves, ala Hockney
The milk carton paper is 25 1/2″ wide, except where there is water damage. So the edges aren’t even. This photo is an approximation of the way David Hockney did some of this photos. Gregg did the Photoshop magic to put them back together again. It is fall and the oak leaves are some of the last to fall, and prettiest colors.
more paint on Gingko leaves
Working flat is not my normal way. So the surface is paper, smooth and not textured like canvas. And there are no drips. Gregg got up on a ladder to take this photo, because I’m not done yet. When I am done, we have to find a 10 ft. wall to hang it on for a final photo.
Gingko leaves in progress
There is a paper mill near here. This piece of paper was left in the school by a teacher. It has pin holes in the corners. It is 41″ wide by 10 feet long. Dale says it is milk carton paper. It is very heavy. Painting on a flat surface is different for me. The photos are all spread out, for now, but they might give you an idea. Since I am painting this on a table, there are no drips. There is still gravity, just not so obvious.
Out of the Blue
A clue from a crossword puzzle that we were doing. The answer is sudden. I don’t know if the COVID virus qualifies, but it feels like it. To balance out the craziness I am using a weed in a field near my home. It is not stressed out.
Dandelions Don’t Care
Living in a rain forest, when all it does is rain, has it’s drawbacks. At least it isn’t snow.
CO2 painting
I plan to stay very busy in my studio to avoid the coronavirus. The idea of naming this CO2 came out of the blue, or not blue if smog is high. But it was a vapid little painting. Some bold additions have helped.
Re-emergence
My life feels like a broke ass ladder, emerging from the goo, one more time. Surely beats being stuck in the goo.